Page 36 of Fire Under Glass


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I’m sure they would. “But… It i-it’s so, so reckless…”

“That’s what you need. You finished your project, didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“So, what’s reckless about taking off now? You have no commitments to other clients. If you stay, you’ll be starting Monday morning with a clean slate—maybe it should be somewhere else. Think about it.” KC got to his feet, and was heading toward the door before he turned back to look at me again. “Think about it, hon.”

“You’re not staying the night?”

“No, I have a few things I need to close down before I take off, and I have to have my bike looked at.”

“I might come just to say goodbye,” I tried that comment on for size, knowing that it was not what I was really feeling.

“No, Gail. Not this time.”

“Then will you call or write?”

He sort of scrunched up his nose as if to say that those social graces weren’t part of his repertoire. I knew he wouldn’t be doing either one.

“And when you get back?”

“That’s a long time.”

So many things to say, all converging at once, and suddenly my mind went blank. I let him walk out of the loft without another word. I was sure, convinced, certain what I needed to do—if I only had the guts.

***

I crept through the darkness—there was hardly a light on in the theatre. I could hear some moaning coming from the area behind the stage. Sounded like sex, but I moved ahead regardless, slowly making my way toward KC’s apartment.

Yes, he was there with one of his groupies—he said he didn’t do them, but I had the feeling that he occasionally did. Now I knew.

This one was a sad little thing who rarely wore anything but black clothes and purple lipstick. Her white face was oddly pale, as was her nakedness. She seemed to glow in the dark as I stared into the black-lit room.

I waited, not really sure why I didn’t just leave. I could have panicked, been angry or even jealous, but none of those emotions were going through me—except a little bit of jealousy just because I wasn’t in her place—I was very horny. I knew he didn’t love her, and that he loved me. I knew that we had no binding agreements. It had never occurred to me that he wasn’t having sex with some of his actresses. Thankfully, I could let sex be sex, and love something else. Maybe it had something to do with Rossi. That had been sex and very little love, so I understood scenes like this one.

She was cumming softly—Andrea. Pretty, just deathly looking in all that black plastered against her natural whiteness.

They finished shortly after I arrived. And seeing me at the door, KC slipped off the bed, still naked. A moment later, Andrea pulled up to him and wrapped her arms around his neck for a kiss, then she stepped away looking for her clothes in the dark. I could see with her ass toward me that it was pink.

“You spank her, too?” I wondered aloud.

“I did tonight,” KC said. “Come on in.”

“I decided that I want to come with you,” I said, paying no attention to the girl behind my lover.

“Good. That’s exactly what I want.”

Andrea came back for another hug. “I’m gonna miss you…” she said, and turning to me, “miss you, too.”

I nodded, KC gave her a kiss, and she went tr

ippingly off toward the back door, letting the black of her clothes consume the pale white of her skin as she hurriedly dressed.

“I guess I should have figured that you fucked them all,” I said as I watched her retreat.

“Not all of them, just a few.”

“I see. And you still love me?”

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